Hibiscus Flower West Moon Splendid

Chapter 71 Don't ask about the fragrance of flowers (2)
Sure enough, the three teenagers nodded, "Then come with us."

Along the way, I chatted with those three teenagers, and only then did I know that this is the Junjiazhai. The three of them are called Longgen, Longdao, and Longyin, and they are the three sons of the patriarch.The naughty-eyed man who followed far behind was called Jun Ersheng, who was not very serious about his work, and everyone in the village called him Er Gouzi.

I think our good luck has finally come a little bit. The patriarch has a square face and strict interrogation. I answered my answer without any leaks. Our family of three farms about four acres of land.He saw that I had studied for several years, so he asked me to come and be a teacher by the way, teaching about thirty or so school-age children in the village.

Not far from here is a place of poisonous miasma. You can inquire about news by walking down the mountain road for dozens of miles. The most important thing is that Junjiazhai occupies "Junshan" with abundant sunshine and water resources. The crops are abundant and harvested. My stomach is worried, and surrounded by green mountains and green valleys, Junjiazhai is the only Han nationality in the Panlong Mountains, and the other hills are all minority tribes with fierce folk customs. Therefore, since ancient times, Junjiazhai has Armed with their own Walled people.

Of course I agreed, isn't it just to be a village teacher?A piece of cake.

There is a dilapidated hut in the village, and the patriarch lent it to our family of three. I forced the lazy Duan Yuerong to tidy it up, so as to keep out the wind and rain.

Unexpectedly, this kid pushed back and forth, refused to work, and finally evaded shamelessly: "How can there be a 'woman' in the house since ancient times?"

I was dumbfounded for a while, and confirmed once again that this evildoer can only "share adversity" and not "share wealth".I narrowed my eyes at him and raised my fist, just now he got on the roof cursingly and fiddled with it with all his strength.Xiyan was sitting on a small broken bamboo stool, waving her little hands in the air, screaming happily at Duan Yuerong.I also smiled at Duan Yuerong on the roof and said, "Mother, look, Xiyan likes this place."

Duan Yuerong snorted lazily, and habitually flicked her hair at the sideburns, expressing her joy in a graceful manner.Then, without paying attention, it fell from the roof with an ah.

I suppressed my smile, and ran in to help him who was flabbergasted.

This night I prepared for the next day’s class. My calligraphy was really not very good-looking, and I didn’t have time to make a quill. I saw Duan Yuerong sitting next to me with a gloating face, so I forced him to copy more than [-] copies for me. The three-character scriptures are used as teaching materials.I didn't expect Duan Yuerong's ink marks to be very beautiful, and even implied a domineering emperor, so I couldn't help but praise a few words.

This kid Duan Yuerong was even more arrogant, with a look of appreciation, "If you like it, I will give you a good collection, and it can also be passed down to future generations to look up to."

I cursed inwardly, it's so difficult that you are still spreading your name!
The next day, I walked into the dilapidated classroom in Zhainan with great ambition to educate people. Half an hour later, I escaped from being attacked by a group of children with slingshots.

I was covered all over, and I finally understood the hesitation that flashed in the eyes of the patriarch when he asked me to be a village teacher.

Of course, on that day, I finally understood why Duan Yuerong always sat with tears in her red eyes poked by Xiyan and complained to the sky: children are all devils.

Duan Yuerong naturally looked at my full head full of sarcasm, but it doesn't matter, patience is my virtue, strength is my will, and reform is my spirit!
The next day, I took my bow and arrow and walked in with a smile, and proposed a competition to all the young contestants. As expected, the crowd was very excited, so the results of the slingshot vs. bow and arrow competition made this group of ghost kids hold their breath. Dozens of pairs of small I watched in horror as my bow and arrow hit their bullets one by one, and they were firmly nailed to the school grounds.

I laughed and told my negotiating conditions. From now on, I will study literature for an hour and a half in the morning, and mathematics for half an hour in the afternoon, and then I will have exercise classes, physical education, and shooting.

If anyone is not serious in class, I am sorry and will be fined to stand!

Any more disobedient, I have no choice but to hit the palm of my hand with my wooden arrow!
The proposal was democratically accepted and written into a convention. As a system, I call it "Rules for Primary School Students in Junjiazhai". Everyone learned happily on this day.On the third day, a brat named Yan Ge blatantly challenged my prestige again. He was punished to stand still and serve me with a cane. From then on, no one dared to offend me.

On the fourth day, many villagers who held a wait-and-see attitude came to my classroom to listen to the lecture.

After class, the patriarch was full of doubts, and asked seriously: "Who is Mr. Mo? He really doesn't look like an ordinary refugee."

I stirred my woman's sensitive lacrimal glands, tears filled my eyes, and told a tragic story in a trembling voice: a boy from a rich family in Xi'an, who loves poetry and books, studied Yahu projection since he was a child. Homeland was brutally destroyed.Desperate to the end of the world, I don't want to meet another purple-eyed woman who is also fleeing. The two know each other and love each other, so they stay together. Soon after, the crystallization of love, daughter Xiyan, finally came to Bashu to settle down, but met Dou Jiabing again. The village was brutally massacred.

"Heaven, I don't even know I'm already homeless," I knelt down to the patriarch with tears streaming down my face, shaking my lips, "If the patriarch saves the lives of my wife and daughter, I would like to repay it with a grass ring. "

The patriarch was deeply moved, and even gave me the surname Jun, and wanted to add me to the names of the people in the Junjiazhai.

I was wiping my tears, and when I turned around, I was startled, and there was already a circle of villagers behind me, both male and female, who were very sad and moved by my story.

I was out of the patriarch's house, and I was calming down from my violent sobs, when a woman suddenly appeared in front of me and called out, "Mr. Mo is good."

I was startled again.Alas, why are the people in this Junjiazhai so elusive? I quickly wiped away my tears and regained my chicness and maturity as a scholar.

She smiled and handed over a basket containing some fresh bamboo shoots.

Ah, could it be that this woman is showing love to me?Once upon a time, my charm was difficult even for women.

I was intoxicated when the woman blessed me and said: "I'm from Changfa House. My family is taken care of by Mr. Lao in spring. He praises Mr. all day long. The fresh bamboo shoots at home, please accept Mr. Mo and Mrs. Mo for a taste." Make it fresh."

Oh, it turned out to be for those little brats!I dismissed the random thoughts I had just been thinking, and smirked and declined, "It turns out that she is Changfa's sister-in-law, so I dare not be her."

The woman forced her into my hand and said: "Sister-in-law Mo is free these days. Tomorrow it's my turn to open an embroidery workshop to do embroidery work. All the girls and daughters-in-law will come if they have time. I want to invite her to come with me too."

My "lady"!I have free time every day, copying textbooks for me, I don’t know how to cook, the house is never tidy, and I don’t want to change the diaper. Every time I have to go home every half an hour to help Xiyan change the diaper. Makes me feel like I'm running a marathon. "She" wouldn't even hold Xiyan in her arms, unless it was cold, she would hold her in her arms and use it as a human heater. Other than that, she would bask in the sun and think about "her" so-called "reconstruction of the country", I guess it's just a dream of conspiracy and tricks during the day, but I don't know if "she" can embroider.

So I cupped my hands in shame, "To tell you the truth, my wife's family was a rich family before the great chaos in Qinzhong, so I was spoiled by my family since I was a child. I am afraid that embroidery is very unfamiliar. I hope my sister-in-law will forgive me."

"It's all right, Mr. Mo," Changfa's sister-in-law covered her mouth and smiled, "You scholars always talk sourly, which is really interesting. Don't worry, sir, we old women can't compare with everyone's embroidery work, but I took advantage of the slack to get some shoe soles, embroider a towel or something, and let your family come over tomorrow." After that, he ignored me, pulled a few daughters-in-law and left with a smile. Still whispering that Mr. Mo is really sour.

Huh?Am I sour?do not care.

I was walking on the way back, thinking to myself, if Duan Yuerong really went, he must have a name or something, so after dinner, I said about Changfa's family.To my surprise, Duan Yuerong put the sleeping Xiyan on the bed with a cold face, and nodded in agreement.

So I said: "Girls always like to ask questions. They will definitely ask your boudoir name. You have to think of a name to deal with it."

Duan Yuerong glanced at me, and sat crookedly on the chair that was about to fall apart, resting her head on her hands.

I waited for a long time, but the old man was still as virtuous, I couldn't bear it any longer, and ran to him, "Have you decided on what to call yourself, your name."

He lazily said: "Whatever."

What, whatever?

I suppressed my anger, "This name is not good, how about this, how about Shanxing?"

"Humph!"

"Cuihua?"

"That big fat bad girl on the east side of the village is called this stupid name."

He was talking about the patriarch's eldest daughter, Jun Cuihua!

"Oh! But don't talk about girls like that, it will hurt people's feelings." After teaching a lot, he couldn't help but say in a persuasive tone, "That's called big pepper? Zaohua, Qiaogu, Chunhua, vanilla... "I called out the names of all the girls in the TV series about the countryside that I could remember watching in my previous life, but the girl in my room just kept uttering a series of interjections.

cut!what!snort!Chi...

I spoke so dryly that he didn't even have any interjections. When I turned around, I saw bubbles blowing from his nose. It turned out that he had fallen asleep unknowingly.I was so angry that I kicked him, and he fell to the ground together with the chair. I kicked him bitterly, "You, Ming, Jin, San, Shun!"

He grabbed one of my "golden lotus", slowly got up, and his mouth was full of sarcasm, "This is the only chair at home, the child's father, please calm down."

"That child's mother, what's your name?" I gritted my teeth and drew back a foot.

He fixed his face and looked out of the window. The flowers on the plum tree bloomed quietly, and the fragrance quietly floated into our noses. The jade hooks reflected in the stream, floating on the water like broken jade with the waves, as if the past touched our hearts lightly. , I can't help but feel a little stunned.

"Chaozhu," he said, "my name is Chaozhu."

I opened my mouth to speak, but his thoughts seemed to have flown far away, looking at his distant and blurred purple pupils, I couldn't bear to say anything more.

So I became an honest farmer in Junjiazhai, had a daughter named Xiyan, and a beautiful and eccentric wife with purple eyes——Chaozhu.

(End of this chapter)